Tolkien, J.R.R. The Hobbit. New York: Ballantine Books, 1937. 305 pages. (Fantasy)
Meet Bilbo Baggins, a small hobbit living in his comfortable in- The Hill (as it is called) home, with windows overlooking his garden, pantries (oh, so many pantries), wardrobes, and a round door with the knob in the middle as the entrance. Most Baggineses were often rich and very predictable, never going on adventures, and most didn’t need to ask a question to know what the answer would be. This is the story of many things unpredictable. While smoking an enormous pipe for one of his size, Bilbo sat on his porch enjoying the smoke, when, most curiously, a wizard came along, looking for an adventurer to accompany him. An adventurer! This was unheard of in The Hill for many years! However, as Bilbo turned him away, he learns that this is the one and only Gandalf! The great wizard and friend to many a hobbit! Unfortunately, Bilbo was not an adventurer, and turned him away, after inviting him for tea. The next day, expecting Gandalf to show at the door for tea, a dwarf shuffles in, then, again answering the door, another showed up, then a pair, then another five, and finally, another set of five, and Gandalf. After taking care of the business of feeding the dwarves and Gandalf, Bilbo is asked to go upon an adventure from which he may never return, to steal back the gold and riches from Lonely Mountain, taken by an evil dragon by the name of Smaug from the dwarves. Along the way, Bilbo will face beasts, tree folk, goblins, and more. A marvelous book, I would highly recommend it to fans of Tolkien or those looking to see what happened before the Lord of the Rings series as a read for any reason.
Reviewed by: “Magik Monqe”